Kalistar

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Me too! I just wasn't exactly sure what to do next. :(
but I figured it out

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

I’ve had a few days to digest everything that’s happened recently. In some ways, it all feels so surreal, almost unimaginable that these things happened at all. I mean, someone literally opened a portal to Hell and its inhabitants spilled out into our world and nearly dragged us all back to Hell.

But it didn’t happen. We stopped them. Icon and Lyger, The Iron Knight and a couple of people I’ve never heard of before. And of course, I played my part. We worked together and as a team, we stopped the world from ending. Of course, it didn’t all go so smoothly. That Vigilante guy seemed to be hurt pretty bad, and Icon rushed him off as soon as the portal came down. I don’t know if he’s even alive, but something tells me we haven’t seen the last of him just yet.

One of the things that bothers me is that we have no idea what caused that whole mess in the first place. Some people have been speculating that it was that Nightmare killer that cause the whole mess, but that doesn’t seem to add up, from what I’ve seen. That just doesn’t seem to be his style. It’s a mystery, and one that I’m not sure we’ll ever really get the answer to.

And that scares the hell out of me…no pun intended.

For hours after the phone lines came up, I was getting calls from my friends and family, just making sure that I was okay. Janice and Jason both called, but not before Jack. I even got calls from some of our business partners all over the world, just wanting to make sure that I was alright.

It broke my heart a little that my parents didn’t bother to call for an entire day after everything had been taken care of.

Twenty. Four. Hours.

I know that my parents. Most specifically my father was still reeling from what had happened to me. He hates what I’ve become, and has gone to great lengths to avoid me. After all, he did just send me all the way across the country so he didn’t have to deal with me on a daily basis. But this really bothered me, I mean, sure…I’m not exactly your average girl next door anymore.

But let’s face it, I never was to begin with. But I always was “Daddy’s Girl.” And the cold reception I get whenever I talk to him now…I can’t even explain how that makes me feel.

He thinks that I’m a disgrace, an abomination. All because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. But I’m going to show him that he’s wrong about me. I am going to make a difference. The demon horde showed me that I can make a difference.

Though, I need to get a better costume. That’s when I get an idea…

Giovanna, one of my closest friends, and one of the few people that have stuck by me during my “ordeal,” as my father calls it, and one of the only people that I’ve felt comfortable enough with to tell my secret; just happens to be an up and coming fashion designer. I know that she can help me out with my “wardrobe problem.”

Knowing that I can’t fight the good fight with my dad’s tie wrapped around me face forever I pick up my phone.

“Hey Gio, it’s Alexa. I think I could use with your help something…”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

I'm still here. I was just waiting for the demon invasion to get over. I'll be throwing something together soon.

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My heart pounds in my chest as I sprint down the street toward the source of the portal. As I blast one of the monsters with a bolt of electricity, I find myself thinking about how strange life can sometimes be. I mean, you never know just what is going to happen, do you?

Just a few months ago, I was living a life that most people would kill for. I was the daughter of a multibillionaire businessman, partying whenever I wanted, doing what I wanted, when and where I wanted. I was unstoppable. I was quite the socialite in LA, living a vapid lifestyle, and it was all good. Granted, I wasn’t exactly keeping up with the Kardashians or anything like that, but I did alright for myself.

Then a freak storm hits, I get struck by this weird red lightning, and now I’m in the middle of Lost Haven fighting demons and I just met Icon. The Icon. If I weren’t so terrified, I’d be on Cloud 9 right now. Unfortunately, I’m not able to enjoy the moment on account that I am fighting for my life against the hordes of Hell at this very instant.

As I round a corner about three blocks south of Sherman Square, I see a couple of the demons tormenting a group of tourists who, by the looks of things had tried to find shelter in one of the shops that had been suddenly abandoned when the demons started making meals out of the patrons. Which begged the question: “Why the fuck would anyone vacation in Lost Haven?

Seriously.

This city is constantly under threat from some sort of nefarious menace. No sane person would ever want to live here. Let alone visit.

“Hey fangs!” I call out, having recently run out of witty one liners in the face of the apocalypse. “Over here!”

The demon turns to face me and gives a twisted smile as it begins running towards me. As if by instinct, I reach back and throw a small, baseball sized “lightning ball” at the demon, striking it in the chest. The attack staggers the thing, but does not stop it. The demon keeps coming at me, and his “friend,” no doubt distracted by my interference joins him.

At first, I’m afraid. I can’t deny that. Those creatures have been terrorizing the city for hours. They’ve killed countless people since that portal opened, and I’m afraid for my life. But that fear quickly passes as I launch another bolt of electricity right into the chest of the first demon, which then jumped from the first creature to the second, linking them in a chain of electricity which fried the creatures, leaving them smoldering husks, much like the demons that had attacked me in my office.

I ran over to the tourists who were still hiding in the shop, and was surprised by the looks of disappointment on their faces. At first I couldn’t figure out what the problem was, but then it dawned on me:

They had absolutely no idea who I was.

And I got it. In a city full of super heroes like Icon and Iron Knight, they got rescued by me. To say that I’m a D lister in my makeshift costume is a bit of a stretch. But I don’t let their lack of enthusiasm deter me.

“Stay out of sight until this is over.” I say in the most commanding voice I can muster, and then leave them standing there to ponder what had just happened as I make my way toward Sherman Square.

Once I get to my destination, which has been referred to as Lost Haven’s Times Square, I can’t believe my eyes. The Square is littered with hundreds of corpses, the sickly sweet stench of blood is heavy in the air. I have never in all my life, seen anything quite like it. And to be honest, it’s something that I never want to see again. The image of the mass carnage is instantly burnt into my mind, and I know that I will never be able to unsee what I have just seen, and that these images will haunt me forever in my dreams.

“What can I possibly do to stop this?” I ask myself, just as I see the calvary starting to arrive, in the form of what looks to be that Iron Knight guy, and some woman with him, and with their arrival my faith that we can somehow shut this thing down is starting to be restored.

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Nevermind. Nobody's on

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I'm going into the chat if anyone is around

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I'm back, bishes.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

5 Months Later…

When my father sent me to run the Lost Haven division of Winstone International, he made it perfectly clear that it was because I had become a liability after my “accident.” My dad has always been image conscious, and strange abilities that I started developing after I was struck by that weird bolt of lightning.

After I woke up in the hospital, that is…after the power surge in the hospital brought me back from the brink of death, my father could barely stand to look at me. After weeks of test after test, and finally the most grueling physical therapy I could imagine, I was cleared with a clean bill of health. But that wasn’t good enough for my father. He watched as my powers manifested and grew.

He watched in horror as I learned to siphon electricity from any source, and as I grew stronger, he grew more distant. Of course, he kept “our dirty little secret.” He paid off Dr. Ross and the medical staff at Cedars-Sinai, and forbid us from talking about it at all, even when we were alone at the house.

I had always been my father’s Princess, his baby girl who he would move mountains for. And now, I was nothing to him. He could not stand the thought that his daughter, who he had always been happy to parade around like some sort of goddamn show pony, had suddenly become “one of those freaks.” As far as he was concerned, his daughter died that day in the hospital.
When he told me that he was sending me to Lost Haven, he told me that it was time for me to grow up and embrace the family business. But I was able to read between the lines. He was sending me away so that he didn’t have to look at me.

“Aww Sis, Lost Haven gets cold. Real cold. It’s gonna be hell for you.” My brother Jack had joked when I told him the “good news.”

I never had any idea that it would be a literal Hell.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the massive flaming gateway that had appeared over Sherman Square, even as the screams from the streets below echoed in my ears. I’ve never been a religious girl, but this looked very much like the end of the world.

There were people dying everywhere, and there wasn’t much that anyone could do about it. Then I found myself asking myself…

“Shouldn’t I try?”

I must have been given these powers for a reason, maybe this was it?

”No.”[/] I told myself. I didn’t know what I could do. I’ve never tested myself. I’ve spent all this time trying to suppress my abilities, that I don’t know how effective they’d be.

However, my internal debate was interrupted by a snarling sound, and when I spun to face the doorway to my office, I found myself staring at the hideous faces of four horned beasts. Their skin was redder than an Irishman after a day at the beach. Their massive black claws dripped with blood. They grinned as they moved closer to me, exposing their gnarled fangs.

Suddenly, the air crackled around me. There seemed to be a certain charge in the atmosphere for a moment, and then my body exploded, sending bolts of electricity racing throughout the room. At first, the demons seemed to be surprised by the sudden activity, but then, the expressions on their faces changed. No longer were they reveling in the hunt, the predator had become the prey, and they were terrified.

The electricity that left my body soon began to course through theirs, and within moments, the creatures that had just been terrorizing Lost Haven…the monsters that had intended to make a meal out of me, were nothing more than smoking husks littering the floor of my office.

I stood there for several beats, amazed by what I had just done. I tried, and failed to put a coherent thought together. Then, one thought had finally begun to emerge from the haze that was my mind.

[i]I can do this.

But I knew that I couldn’t go out into the streets and fight these…things dressed the way I was. I needed a disguise. So I went into the closet in my office and grabbed the black leather trench coat that I’d been saving for the right occasion and put it on. But I still needed something else…so I took grabbed one of my father’s ties that I hadn’t managed to box up and send to him just yet, and after cutting out holes for my eyes, tied it around my face.

I caught a glance at my reflection in the window as I made my way out of my office, and I was pleasantly surprised.

“Not bad.” I thought to myself. “If I manage to survive this thing, I may be on to something.”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

I'm sorry it took so long for a post. I ended up staying an extra day in San Fran.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Cedars-Sinai Hospital, Los Angeles California:

Jack Winstone sits at the bedside of his little sister, watching over her as if she were simply sleeping. However, the constant beeping of the machines which monitor her vital signs, as well as the “wooshing” sound of the artificial respirator pumping oxygen into her lungs serves as a constant reminder that his little sister is not just sleeping, she is fighting for her life.

From the moment he heard of Alexa’s accident, Jack has sat at her side. He’s tried to keep a positive outlook on things, and he’s tried to be strong. However, the pessimistic stance that the doctors have almost universally held has made keeping a strong front very difficult. As he sits beside his sister, he is suddenly aware of someone else in the room with them. He looks up to see the tear streaked face of his mother looking down at the two of them.

“It’s time.” She says as she motions for Jack to follow her.

Reluctantly, Jack gets up from his seat beside Alexa and follows his mother out of the room. The family is scheduled to meet with Dr. Philip Ross, the doctor who had taken the lead in Alexa’s case, and a close friend of the family, where they will discuss their options. As Jack and his mother walk into the small conference room, they find Mr. Winstone already seated at a large oak table.

Jack takes a seat across from his father and waits for Dr. Ross to arrive. The Winstones don’t have to wait very long, as only a few moments later Dr. Ross appears and takes a seat at the large round table.

“So, as we’ve discussed, Alexa suffered catastrophic damage to her central nervous system as well as a number of her internal organs. As of now, there is no brainwave activity, and we have little hope that there will be any.” Dr. Ross says grimly.

“What are you saying Phil?” Jonathan Winston asks, although he already knows the answer, he wants to hear the doctor say it.

“What I’m saying John, is that there’s very little chance that she’ll ever wake up. Even if she does, she’ll more than likely be in a vegetative state. Look, I know this is difficult, but you have to think about what would be best for Alexa. Think about what kind of life she would have.” Dr. Ross says, his voice filled with sympathy and understanding.

“Phil, if it was your daughter, your Becky. Would you take her off of life support?” Jonathan asks. The doctor looks down at his folded hands for several seconds before he looks back up at his friend.

“Yes John, I would.”
Mr. Winstone’s eyes meet his wife’s and they both know what they have to do. As hard as it is to say goodbye to their daughter, they know that Dr. Ross is right. Even if Alexa were to somehow wake up, she would have no quality of life, and that just isn’t fair.

“Alright. It’s the right thing to do.” Jonathan says as he tries to fight back tears.

“I agree John, and I’m sorry.” Dr. Ross says as he leads them out of the conference room to say goodbye to their daughter and sister.

While they are making the short hike from the conference room to Alexa’s hospital room, the lights begin to flicker, at first it is barely noticeable, but then all the lights in the hospital wing go out, just for a moment before coming back on. Fearing that the hospital’s momentary loss of power has robbed them of the chance to say goodbye to Alexa, the Winstones rush into her room, only to find that she is beginning to stir.

The Winstones look on in wonderment as Alexa’s eyes flicker open, and she looks directly at them.

“J-Jack? Mom? Dad? Where am I?” She says weakly to their disbelief.